“You,” Leander growled, pointing directly at them. “Where is she? Where is Moira?”
They all shiver in fear, as they couldn't even utter a word; the aura the king was emitting was enough to kill even without him killing the person.
"I ask a f*****g question: where the f**k is Moira?" Leander growls even louder, making them flinch.
Lyla’s eyes widened. “ Y...your Majesty, w…we left h…her in t...the r…room to dress up. And before the m…maid c… couldn't f…find.” She stuttered in fright as she managed to speak up.
“What do you mean you can't find her?” he thundered.
“You were supposed to stay with her!” Leander snapped. “But no, you all left her!”
Lyla stepped forward, her voice shaking. “She told us to leave to dress up. And she is ....”
“Do not lie to me!” He shouted, cutting her off
